Goldberg

[verse]
I been running up my motherfucking bag ain't need a bitch hoe
Why you think youd catch me on the block bitch i stay ten toed
Damn she looking fine in them goddamn stilettos
Yeah i got your bitch, bend her over make her blow
Talk down on stain gang we talking six feet
Shit one in the sky now he running like a track meet
Hit the trap, best place to go on shopping spree
Finally let that lil hoe tap i broke her damn spleen
I been running up my motherfucking bag ain't need a bitch hoe
Why you think youd catch me on the block bitch i stay ten toed
Damn she looking fine in them goddamn stilettos
Yeah i got your bitch, bend her over make her blow

[verse]
I got a bottle of henny it's that LeBronnessy
Go to pick up line I'ma ask if she's from Tennessee
Lean calling my name yeah for real this not for the weak
Call me riseofrome I'll get famous in a fucking week
I'm going N2 on Solana fuck it I'm finna bridge
My WhatsApp slow as fuck like it's a fucking pigeon
My boy like a spinner with the uzi but he not a fidget
Your height starts with 4 bitch are you a midget

[verse]
This lean kinda weak I'ma add some fucking goldbears
I got hella money like my last name fucking Goldberg
Jeez louise I popped a xanny
I'ma chill guy like I'm Manny yeah

[verse]
Money (yes)
We like money
We got munyun
We so funny
We got all the vibes
Like I'm Carti
With my slime Thug and the girl Molly

[verse]
And I pull up on your thottie yeah
She want me 2018 Playboi Carti way
Ion wear no glasses I got Cartier's
My life so much fun I don't even like it
Pull up in the trap and my vision foggy
Weed on the floor like it's broccoli
Smokin' gas, dope, where's Molly?
Cloud nine prolly